Gerards pov

As someone who writes a lot, but doesnt speak, i have a wide vocabulary, just not spoken words. For example; my favourite word is caraphernilia. Which is basically when someone leaves you but leaves their things behind, purposefully causing you pain. It had happened to me before, but that isnt why its my favourite word. It is my favourite because its a common thing to happen, but not a common word.

Currently, mikey and frank are sat with me as they play their guitars, working on the instrumentals for our 2 songs, leaving me to write lyrics for the final one.

I titled it: i dont love you

Well when you go
So never think ill make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
Ill be off to find another way

When after all this time that you still owe
You're still a good-for-nothing i dont know
So take your gloves and get out
Baby, get out while you can

When you go
Would you even turn to say
I dont love you, like i did yestarday

Sometimes i cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay

And after all the blood that you still owe
Another time was just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Baby, get up while you can

When you go
Would you even turn to say
I dont love you like i did yestarday

Well, come on, come on

When you go
would you have the guts to say
I dont love you like i loved you yestarday

I dont love you, like i loved you yestarday
I dont love you , like i loved you yestarday

By the time id finished writing out the lyrics, the boys were staring at me, waiting for me to pack my things up and head to lunch, to which i complied. The three of us walked to the schools run down, probably dodgy, caferteria and sat in the corner, as far away from the other people as possible.

Mikey and i waited in line together, silence filling the small space around us, waiting for coffee. With the promise of liquid heaven, frank had bribed me to eat something when mikey wasnt around for a few moments. He handed me the money and pushed me into the queue , eyeing me as i debated between apples or grapes. I chose a sandwich instead.

As we sat and consumed our drinks and food, mikey and frank wrote out the chords for each of the songs to match my lyrics. Despite never hearing my voice, frank was pretty positive about it all. Im still not sure how i am supposed to sing infront of him if i cant even talk, but ill try.

Stay positive Gee. Stay positive.

Sorta another short one, im working onna new story that will be released when this one has been complete. Today was a bad day for my mental health. School stuff and crying and crushing on that dude and anxiety and shit. Bleh. Anyway,enjoy.